Dododex
ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion
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>the islands<
Chapter 2
We ran away from the roar. Forgetting to take our stuff, we ran to a different part of the island. It was dark. I couldn’t see very well, but it’s okay. “There, I found a place where we can be safe.” I said to neon. I started on building the foundation of the thatch base. Next, I started on the door to the base. After building the door, I built the walls and roof. “There, I’m done.” I put neon inside. Once I realized I forgot my stuff, I started building a cooking pot. I got the materials I needed. Once I built it, I placed it down beside my house. “Isn’t it cozy inside?” I asked neon. Neon didn’t respond like before, but it doesn’t seem like he likes the inside of our base. “Oh well, I’m going to get food ok neon?” Once again, he didn’t respond. I saw some trikes outside of our house. ‘Eh, doesn’t look too tasty. Let’s just look around.’ I thought. I looked around for something good. ‘Paras can be good, but so can you raptor.’ I thought again. I started making a spear, a bola, and got some left over meat we got from the para. I started approaching the raptor carefully
and, WACK! I bolad the raptor. I started hitting it with my spear. I harvested it’s meat when it died. I started cooking the meat in the cooking pot. “Mmm, smells delicious.” I said. I went out to get water. My spear was in my hand. I tripped on a rock and accidentally scraped the trike’s tail. It’s horns pointed at me. ‘Uh oh, maybe it was a bad idea to have the spear in my hand while walking..’ I thought.
Chapter 3 in 3 days.
-SpecialRaptor
The Dodo uprising - chapter 1
Jerald sat on the steps of his porch, lost in thought. He wished to see the outside world, but it was hidden from him. He hated the place, and hoped the walls would just fall down so he could run free. He never thought it would become a reality...
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"THERE'S BEEN A BREACH! GET READY!" someone yelled as soliders grabbed guns off the walls, one by one, moving on and putting on full flak. "Show no mercy!" They yelled, getting behind cover as the first tek walls collapsed. General Sherman heard gunshots and screams as he spotted a grenade across the room. He'd have to come out of cover to grab it. Voices screamed in agony and bones crunched as the dim red light shined through the room. Blood covered him, but it wasn't his. His hand reached for the grenade as the gunshots and screams stopped. His heartbeat was the only sound. His arm stretched and he felt the grenade with the tip of his fingers. Suddenly, a massive talon pinned his arm as he screamed in pain and surprise. A beak clasped around his neck and pulled. The bird ripped his head off as torn flesh dangled from his neck. More came to enjoy the feast of bodies. It wasn't alone.
Once there was a male dodo named Mr. Deeps. He was alone, cold, and lost. He was wandering around the woods and got even more lost. Some dilos approached Mr. Deeps and said "oooooooohhh! DODO FOR LUNCH!!!" That's when human found him. He speared the dilos to death. And bring Mr. Deeps home and near a campfire to warm up.
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~\|•●.The Shenlon Village.●•|/~
Once upon a time...
Theres a peaceful dodo village filled with small huts made of thatch that collected by the dodo-villagers it was a peaceful day they had a large Wooden Castle inside there is the leader of the dodo village hes the same size as a parasaur and is the biggest dodo in the village the village's name is "Shenlon Village"Its named after Shenlon being the hero of the old village and is the grandma of the leader dodo today she died of old age and wants his grandson to rule the village before she died its a friendly village and full of Juvenile(Kids and toddlers) dodos running around playing or chasing each other everything is right 'til the tables flipped last night. Dilos Pillage/Raid The Village And one dodo-villager immediately leave her hut and told the leader that the "Village Is Raided by dilos" And the dodos fight for the village 'til the dilos retreated back to the dilo base, the village is raided, huts are broken some are destroyed, fires are everywhere, Dilo Venom/spit everywhere too, 4 dodos died during the raid, 3 families crying and the castle is damaged, everything is ruined!
Dodos decided to abandon the village and move somewhere else, After 2 weex of searching new village location, they've found south zone 1 which is safe but full with beach bobs they've killed the noobs and destroyed trees to make new huts so as the new castle
and they're near water to grow bushes,ferns,jungle ferns,etc to harvest and eat the berries. The new village is protected by high rox and mountains (Much like Encanto) so no big predators can enter and raid their village (Mountains and rocks are taller than giga) and name it "New Shenlon Village" BUT the tables flipped again ||What Could've happened?||
50 Up fpr Pt.2
-SpinosaurusGG
So one day on mobile we reached the tame limit. We had like, 30-40 dodos. I wanted them to go out with a bang so I took them all and told them to attack a carno lvl 35. They killed it and none died. 🤣 Then they attacked a therinizo lvl 15 and killed it. But only 7 survived. R.I.P. all the Dinos that died and hooray for the Super 7.
Hey guys it's DoDoGiRl2012 and i am here with unfortunate news. The dodo diarys isn't getting enough fs and i know that i started it a few days ago but i am motivated by fs. If i don't get 50-100 fs i am going to shut down dodo diarys. F this message if you want to keep my fan fiction going
One time it was me and my friend, we tamed dodo and he named it pizza and I don’t know why, so we were running and left pizza behind on accident and he got killed by a stupid dilo and up to this day every dilo I saw I killed it with an army of accidentally tames pegomastax
So one up=one prayer for pizza in dodo heaven
Running on dinosaurs: Chapter 2: Echoes in the ferns
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The days bled into weeks, marked only by the rising and setting sun and the constant, primal scream of the jungle surrounding me. I, Maya, was still alive. Still foraging. Still surviving. My makeshift shelter, carved into the roots of a colossal fern, was my sanctuary, however fragile. I clung to it, to my routine, as anchors in this turbulent sea of prehistoric life.
One sweltering afternoon, while scavenging for edible roots (a risky endeavor, often guarded jealously by small, raptor-like Compsognathus), I heard it. A sound that sliced through the monotonous symphony of the jungle and sent a jolt of adrenaline through my veins.
A scream. Human.
My breath hitched. The sound was ragged, desperate, echoing my own terror from weeks ago. I stayed frozen, roots clutched in my hand, heart hammering against my ribs. Hope, a dangerous and unfamiliar feeling, flickered within me. I wasn't alone.
Cautiously, I crept towards the sound, the familiar weight of my salvaged machete reassuring in my hand. I navigated the tangle of ferns and gargantuan trees, my senses on high alert. Each rustle of leaves, each chirping insect, sent shivers down my spine.
The clearing was small, choked with vegetation, but the scene it held was anything but. A young man, maybe a few years older than me, was pinned against a massive tree trunk, a Deinonychus circling him like a predator toying with its prey. He was covered in mud and blood, his clothes torn, his face a mask of pain and fear. He clutched a broken branch, attempting to fend off the dinosaur’s razor-sharp claws.
My hand tightened on the machete. Logic screamed at me to retreat, to protect myself. But the echo of his desperate cry still rang in my ears.
I charged.
Screaming a wordless battle cry, I swung the machete with all my might. The blade connected with the Deinonychus’s flank, drawing a screech of rage. The dinosaur, momentarily stunned, turned its attention to me, its yellow eyes burning with malice.
The man used the distraction to scramble behind the tree, panting heavily. I braced myself, adrenaline coursing through me. The Deinonychus was fast, agile, and now, thoroughly enraged.
The fight was brutal and short. I managed to land a few more blows, but the dinosaur was relentless. Finally, I saw an opening and plunged the machete deep into its throat. The creature roared, a sound that shook the very ground beneath my feet, then collapsed in a twitching heap.
Silence descended, heavy and thick, broken only by my ragged breathing and the man's choked gasps. I turned towards him, my chest heaving, the machete dripping blood.
He stared at me, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and… something else. Something that wasn’t gratitude.
"Who are you?" he croaked, his voice raspy.
"Maya," I said, still catching my breath. "Who are you?"
"Reid," he replied, pushing himself to his feet. He was taller than me, broader, with a sharp, calculating gaze. He looked me up and down, his expression unreadable. "Thanks for the help," he added, the tone flat, devoid of any real emotion.
I waited for him to offer more, some sign of camaraderie, of shared experience. But he remained silent, his eyes scanning the jungle, as if assessing escape routes.
"You're welcome," I said, the words feeling hollow. "I have a shelter nearby. It's not much, but it's safe."
Reid finally looked back at me, a flicker of something akin to suspicion in his eyes. "And what do you want in return?"
His words stung. I had risked my life for him. And this was the thanks I got?
"Nothing," I said, my voice hardening. "Just thought maybe we could help each other out. Surviving alone out here is… difficult."
He scoffed. "Difficult? You seem to be managing just fine." He gestured towards the dead Deinonychus. "Besides, I prefer working alone."
His words were a slap in the face, a clear rejection. But they also ignited something within me. A defiance. A realization.
I wasn't alone anymore, but I was still fighting for survival. And now, I had another predator to worry about.
"Fine," I said, turning away. "Good luck."
I started to walk back towards my shelter, the weight of the machete feeling heavier than before. I could feel Reid's eyes on my back, watching, calculating.
As I disappeared into the ferns, I knew one thing: Reid wasn't a savior. He wasn't an ally. He was a threat. And in this land of dinosaurs, the most dangerous creatures weren't always the ones with teeth and claws. Sometimes, they wore the face of a survivor.
Once upon a time, there was a land called schizophrenia. Schizophrenia had a tall hill. On top of that hill there was a tower, inside of it a beautiful princess. She was schizophrenic. She had a white fluffy cat in which she squeezed when she heard a voice call out from under her bed at night. The cat turned into a sabertooth and tried to kill her. Than a brave dodo-knight climbed the princess’s tower and saved her from the sabertooth. “You’re my hero!” She said, before they kissed. They got married and had three children.
The End. :P